The Arizona sentinel., 1887-09-24
AN AMATEUR MURDERER
A Good Reason for Telling the
 Story at This Time.

Now that the chances are that shall be nominated for Congress next elec- tion, have been looking over my past life, and I can not help but admit there are many incidents in it that if unexplained will seriously jeopardfSe my chances of being at the head of the polls. Supposing that in the heat of the contest my opponent suddenly charged me with being under arrest for murder, and that, too, on my own confession, I very much fear that in the turmoil of political meeting l would not be heard with that patience that would enable me to clear myself in the minds of the less partisan of the audience.
 Deny itP We'll. I couldn't very well do that, because the charge would be true, and it is well known that what ever else politician may do, he can never, never tell lie. He is like the curly-headed boy of the poem, or George Washington, or a newspaper in that respect.
 So I rather choose to tell the facts of the matter while tho public mind is reasonably calm and then have this account reprinted in the form of cir cular during the contest if the charge is at that time brought against me
 A friend of mine, frstrate fellow and an artist-in fact the terms are generally synonymous-was installed master of a Masonic lodge, and after the ceremony he gave a grand dinner at Anderton's Hotel, the Masonic tav- ern of Fleet street, London.
 The ceremony took great deal of time, and when the banquet which fol- lowed was over it was very late. l found that all conveyances had stopped for the night. tried to engage cab, but as lived a long way out the cab bies showed great reluctance in accept ing so distant a far6 The night was clear and the walking good, so Istruck out and determined on the way to see some unfamiliar parts of London at an unfamiliar time. 1 buttoned my over coat about me and started out on foot. After had gone several miles through the silent town, meeting no one but an occasional policeman or some vagrant like myself, l began to regret that I had not put up at one of the downtown hotels. An unGccountable thirst took possession of me, and this was the more remarkable as 1 had done what l could during the dinner to quench it. Of course at this hour there was no place open where a tired way farer could refresh himself
 Looking down side street I saw a bright light stream out on the road, and I said to myself that could likely get at least glass of water there. l found this place to be apparently a public house. It stood on the corner and had large windows, covered on the lower half with red curtains through which a person could not see, but to judge by the sound of revelry within there was no lack of something to drink. It seemed strange that any place should so defy the law, but l was thirsty and went in. The moment l opened the door there was an instant hush and every one look ed towards me as well as they could through the clouds of smoke that filled the room. A rough bar was erected to the right of the entrance, and behind it were barrels of beer. A stalwart barkeeper was filling glasses from these barrels without the aid of the ordinary useful and ornamental beer pump
 I'll take a glass of beer, if you please" l said, putting down my money.
 Beer, sirP Yes sir," Said the man.
 But he made no motion to fill my order. He locke toward the end of the room and a burly man in his shirt sleeves came forward.
 Whats your nameP" he said, grufiy.
 My name" answered, 'fs cash. have found it a good title to travel under in different parts of the world. There's my card" I continued, point ing to the shilling on the table. 'I am very thirsty and want glass of beer"
 ''Oh, you do, do youP Don't you know that no beers sold in London at this time of night?''
 Well, you seem to be having all you want here. "
 .-Oh, we seem, do wei And you want to make sure, do you? Now, we've had enough of your company. Haven't We. lads?n There was a roar